Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Each day of the week....
I was awakened by the all to familiar sounds of Friday screaming and tripping over himself, he rarely slept. Glass shattered. Music blared. Saturday had awaken too. Now both were laughing and desperately holding each other up while stumbling around the mass of sleeping week days. Friday was covered in numerous tattoos with a tie around his forehead, and Saturday was covered in dirt and various alcohol stains from Friday. Friday and Saturday were drunk, sleep deprived and constantly looking for women. Monday was passed out cold, and would be in his coma for most of the day until it was his time to sleep where he would miraculously emerge and not be able to sleep during the night. Sunday, trying to not give in to the peer pressure of Friday and Saturday, was constantly trying to cram all the work that Friday and Saturday put off. Friday and Saturday now leaving Sunday alone to work, were sharing a bottle of Jack and reeling around and taunting Thursday. Thursday was a complete mess, tripping over Monday (who was still in a coma, and snoring loudly) and desperately trying catch up to Friday, who was always just out of her reach. Her hair and make-up was frightening, yet she went out like this often. She day dreamed about Friday constantly like a love-struck fool. She watched the most t.v shows out of all of them, trying to make up for the fact she will never feel as close to Friday as Saturday.They all annoyed Wednesday, who complained about the volume of the music while trying to work. Wednesday was working, always working. He looked over the frame of his dirty and smudged glasses and bitterly shouted at Thursday to ignore Friday and work too. She worked and studied with Wednesday till around mid-day until eventually giving up and sleeping. Tired and sluggish, I stretched and walked over to Wednesday to work too. He ignored me most of the time. I am Tuesday, if you hadn't guessed, one of the more quiet and productive days. I don't bother Wednesday as much as the others, even Monday when woken annoyed him. If you where ever able to wake Monday he was short tempered and tired. The bags under his eyes were darker and more prominent then permanent shadows. I sighed, knowing the same routine would repeat itself until the end of time.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
...Dissatisfaction...
The purpose of the article "Public Display of Dissatisfaction" by Anne Kingston with Alex Ballingall, is to persuade readers to be more considerate with their cell phones and to show the risks that they can potentially cause. The author uses three main points in the article to portray her message, firstly by showing how it can be rude, distracting, and dangerous.
I believe her points are valid, yet not entirely accurate. Though cell phones can be a distraction while driving and such, it is much more common among younger people who are more used to it and less likely to take offence.(As many modern things can offend older generations, eg. music, body modification, same sex couples ect.) And with driving, it merely states the crashes and fatalities as a result of "distractions" and not necessarily texting, as it could be any number of other things.( A drink, passenger, pet, or even billboards) Another point could be that this is article is angled toward the younger generations and putting the shame on them, yet the fact is that "the 30- to 39-year-old age group had the highest percentage of cell phone use in fatal crashes." Not the youngest generation.
I believe that cell phones are acceptable in many circumstances, but people have a right to not approve if it is interfering with important things or during social interactions when it can be deemed impolite. I do believe some places should have cell phone jammers, yet that could also be potentially dangerous in the case of an emergency when people cannot call for help. For example, "cell phones can help authorities find an owner’s location if he is ever lost or injured." Says Mrs.Finttons blog. "Of course, calling 911 is always best, if possible, but if one is unable to send out a call, his location can be tracked based on the towers that his cell phone is pinging." And in another fact for Mrs. Fintton's blog she states that "Talking on a cell phone while driving can make a young driver's reaction time as slow as that of a 70-year-old." yet we don't take every 70 year old off the road, do we? Certainly not.
I believe her points are valid, yet not entirely accurate. Though cell phones can be a distraction while driving and such, it is much more common among younger people who are more used to it and less likely to take offence.(As many modern things can offend older generations, eg. music, body modification, same sex couples ect.) And with driving, it merely states the crashes and fatalities as a result of "distractions" and not necessarily texting, as it could be any number of other things.( A drink, passenger, pet, or even billboards) Another point could be that this is article is angled toward the younger generations and putting the shame on them, yet the fact is that "the 30- to 39-year-old age group had the highest percentage of cell phone use in fatal crashes." Not the youngest generation.
I believe that cell phones are acceptable in many circumstances, but people have a right to not approve if it is interfering with important things or during social interactions when it can be deemed impolite. I do believe some places should have cell phone jammers, yet that could also be potentially dangerous in the case of an emergency when people cannot call for help. For example, "cell phones can help authorities find an owner’s location if he is ever lost or injured." Says Mrs.Finttons blog. "Of course, calling 911 is always best, if possible, but if one is unable to send out a call, his location can be tracked based on the towers that his cell phone is pinging." And in another fact for Mrs. Fintton's blog she states that "Talking on a cell phone while driving can make a young driver's reaction time as slow as that of a 70-year-old." yet we don't take every 70 year old off the road, do we? Certainly not.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
1984- George Orwell: Journal No.1
"To be killed was what you expected. But before death (nobody spoke of such things, yet everyone knew of them) there was the routine of confession that had to be gone through: the grovelling on the floor and screaming for mercy, the crack of broken bones, the smashed teeth and the bloody clots of hair. Why did you have to endure it, since the end was always the same? (...) Why then did that horror, which altered nothing, have to lie embedded in a future time?"-Orwell pg 107
This passage speaks to me personally because of a social justice course I took last semester in which we were given the honor to hear from a Rwandan genocide survivor. For me, this passage showed striking similarities to that of the survivor. It looked to me that both had learned the evident fate of most people in their positions, yet the last struggle as it seemed would prove to provide the will to live, for the love of each other. The fear of death was frightening for both, yet the fear of the unsaid things before death were much worse. In the Rwandan genocide, they would often rape, burn, and terrorize the people before actually killing them. In this passage of the story, Winston is debating suicide over being tortured. Yet without knowing the time of your eventual demise, or if you will even be killed or not, time is the one thing both people had to fight for.
This aids me in the understanding of my novel simply because I have been explained the emotion and fear both people were feeling. One by genocide, and one by an oppressive government. The author describes human nature perfectly. In what happens to people when they live in fear, or oppression, or genocide. The measures Winston takes to seem normal, and his thoughts about going against the party that rules over the remnants of London. The constant fear that lingers over everything Winston does, and the constant struggle to find a safe place where he and Julia can momentarily escape the oppression. Their brief encounters, give Winston the courage and will to go on. As did hope for the survivor of returning to his family. Winston's development throughout the story revolves around his love for Julia, and his slow rebellion against the party, as does the risks he takes by doing both. He changes with a new hope to no longer to be controlled, and fights much like the survivor did for his freedom.
This passage speaks to me personally because of a social justice course I took last semester in which we were given the honor to hear from a Rwandan genocide survivor. For me, this passage showed striking similarities to that of the survivor. It looked to me that both had learned the evident fate of most people in their positions, yet the last struggle as it seemed would prove to provide the will to live, for the love of each other. The fear of death was frightening for both, yet the fear of the unsaid things before death were much worse. In the Rwandan genocide, they would often rape, burn, and terrorize the people before actually killing them. In this passage of the story, Winston is debating suicide over being tortured. Yet without knowing the time of your eventual demise, or if you will even be killed or not, time is the one thing both people had to fight for.
This aids me in the understanding of my novel simply because I have been explained the emotion and fear both people were feeling. One by genocide, and one by an oppressive government. The author describes human nature perfectly. In what happens to people when they live in fear, or oppression, or genocide. The measures Winston takes to seem normal, and his thoughts about going against the party that rules over the remnants of London. The constant fear that lingers over everything Winston does, and the constant struggle to find a safe place where he and Julia can momentarily escape the oppression. Their brief encounters, give Winston the courage and will to go on. As did hope for the survivor of returning to his family. Winston's development throughout the story revolves around his love for Julia, and his slow rebellion against the party, as does the risks he takes by doing both. He changes with a new hope to no longer to be controlled, and fights much like the survivor did for his freedom.
Friday, February 3, 2012
So-so super
Imagine how great the world could be if one had the chance to make it correctly based on the standards of perfection. If everything was designed especially to someones own liking and it could be one's own escape from the everyday world. If I had one super-power, it would be the power to create my own world completely separate from this one, and have the power to freely skip between the two dimensions. By using this power, I could create a perfect world and use it to better myself and society by simply having more time and resources. In my created world, time would not change in this one, therefore giving the illusion of living far longer then regular people, and being able to study more without wasting any time. I could create orchards in my world so I could bring food to the hungry in third world countries. There would also be no pollution, war, or corrupt governments. Imagine living ten thousand years in one single place, not aging a day, and coming back to everyday life afterwards. Never having to sleep in this world, because you already did in the other one, or jumping into the created world in one place and coming out in an entirely different area. Thus eliminating the need for transportation as well. Not only could I bring food to the hungry, but I could also have technologies that people wouldn't otherwise have for years to come. All together, if a perfect world can be created we could also perfect our own world by knowing what to do.
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